My Detox Distilled   Life radicalized, into roots.   But fear loomed like a stitched whale song.   Laying in the fetal position wrapped in the arms of solitude, worse than trapped, no bird songs—   under the cover of a static quilt, with imprisoned hushed mind voices beneath and their spun spiraling eyes,  …

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